One Timers

I can feel the beat of the music pumping through the floor and the alcohol flowing through my veins. My three inch stilettos are killing my feet, but I know they’re making my legs look fantastic. And they’re Nate’s favorite thing about me, so I like to sometimes give him a little tease. It’s an interesting idea, honestly. To turn Jamie McGinn’s house into a club for the night. It gives the guys the chance to let loose and have some fun, but without the fear of the paparazzi and getting too drunk and making a fool out of themselves in public.

Nate disappeared with Tyson Barrie a little while ago to play some beer pong, so I’ve just been hanging out with some of the other girlfriends. We decided early on to stick together, since there are a couple sketchy girls running around here for the single men to have their fun with.

I look down and realize that my drink is getting low, so I excuse myself to head to the kitchen for a refill.

“Emilyyyy!” I hear from behind me.
I turn around and am instantly engulfed by a large pair of arms.
“You must come dance.”
I pull back and realize I’m being held by Semyon Varlamov. I laugh at his begging expression, knowing full well I can’t say no to the silly Russian. I sigh.
“Fine, but only because you know Nate won’t dance with me.” I agree.
He gives me a huge smile and grabs my cup from my hand, depositing it on the nearest table and dragging me to the living room where the guys have cleared a large area for dancing. He leads me straight to the middle of the floor and rests his hands on my hips, slowly rocking to the beat.

I wrap my arms around his neck and dance along with him, laughing at his horrible moves. He loves to dance, but this boy has absolutely no rhythm. I decide to make it a little easier on him and turn around, pressing my back to his chest and grinding my ass against him. His hands draw up slightly, respectful enough not to be grabbing me too low. I flip my hair to one side and turn my head so my ear is by his mouth.

“Вы красивы.” He says.
“спасибо” I respond.
“Nate повезло, что у вас” I blush. “Однажды я хочу найти женщину, как ты”
“Semyon.” I say, smiling at the adorable Russian. “You will.”

He gives me a dazzling smile and kisses my cheek, right as Nate walks up to us and halts our dancing.

“Emily, come with me.” He demands, his voice low and full of anger.
“What? Why?”
“I said come with me.” He growls.
“Nate, what’s wrong?”

He stares with fire in his eyes, flickering back and forth between me and Semyon. He clamps his jaw shut and says nothing. I turn and give my dance partner a small smile before following Nate to one of Jamie’s secluded bedrooms on the third floor.

“Nate, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I ask, shutting the door behind us.
“What’s wrong is you flirting with my teammate!” He yells, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. I stare at him, jaw wide open.
“It’s just Semyon! You know I find him adorable, and can’t help but flirt with him. But it means nothing. To either of us. We’re friends, Nate.”
“Like hell it means nothing.” He spits. “What did he say to you that had you blushing and him all smiley?”
“He told me that I’m beautiful and that you’re a lucky guy. He said that he hopes that he can find a woman like me. I told him that one day he will.”

Nate’s fingers have made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and have moved to the front of his pants.

“Take your dress off.” He demands.
“What?”
“I said take your dress off. I’m going to remind you of why you’re with me. Why you’re mine and only mine.”
“Here?” I ask, eyes wide.
“Yes.” He growls, pushing his pants down. I can see his growing bulge straining at the front of his briefs.

My fingers find the zipper on the side of my dress, pulling it down. When it’s free, I let it slide off my shoulders and onto the floor at my feet. I reach behind me and lock the door so no one will barge in on us. When I turn around I find Nate palming at his front, his eyes roaming up my legs and across my body.

“Elbows on the bed.” He demands. I obey, and he slowly slides my panties down my legs. His lips brush at my cheeks and up my spine to my neck. I feel him press against me, hot and hard. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it, Em. But baby I can’t watch you dance with anyone else. Even if it's just Semyon. You’re mine, Emily. I have to protect what’s mine.”

His tip presses at my entrance and I suck in a breath at the feeling.

“Feel free to be as loud as you want, baby. Anyone who comes by this room needs to know who you belong to.”

He presses forward, spreading my lips and dipping his cock into my wet heat. Inch by inch, I moan as he presses himself fully into me.

“You like when I fill your tight pussy?”
“Yes, Nate.” I moan.
“How about when I fuck. your. tight. pussy?”
He accents each word with a thrust, lighting my core on fire.
“Oh, God Nate!” I scream out.
His hips begin to buck and I thrust backwards, meeting his body with mine and doubling our efforts.
“You like my cock baby? It belongs to you. Just like your little pussy belongs to me.”
“Nate!” I scream, grabbing at the sheets beneath me.
“Those fucking heels make you the perfect height for me to fuck you. I’m going to have to remember that.” He growls.

Between his deep thrusts and the words coming from his mouth, I feel the ball of fire blossoming inside me. I can tell based on his movements that he’s getting there. But I’m going to have to help him the best way I can.

“Oh, fuck Nate.” I moan. “Your cock is so fucking good inside me. No one fills me like you do, baby. Oh, shit. Fuck me harder Nate. You’re so fucking good I’m already close to coming.”

I feel him tense inside me, and know it’s working.

“Fuck me with your big cock, Nathan.” I whine. “Destroy my pussy and mark it as yours. Fill me with your cum. I want all of your cum baby right inside me.”

He lets out a primal moan and his thrusts start to get harder and sloppier.

“This pussy might as well have a sign that says Property of Nathan MacKinnon because you fucking own it.”
“You’re fucking right, I own it.” He growls.
“Shit, Nate!” I scream when he hits my most sensitive area. “Fuck, right there! Oh my God I’m going to come.”
“Cover my cock in your cum, Emily.” He demands.

I squeeze my legs together as best as I can with Nate’s dick spreading them apart and my walls clench around him. Gripping at the bed, I come with a scream. Not even five seconds later, I feel warmth fill me and Nate’s movements slow down as he uses my clenched pussy to milk his own orgasm out of him.

“Don’t you ever fucking forget who’s cock makes you feel this way.”

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